يَوَدُّ لِئَامٌ خُيِّبُوا هُمُ خَيْبَتِي

يَوَدُّ لِئَامٌ خُيِّبُوا هُمُ خَيْبَتِي

وَحَالِي مِمَّا أَبْتَغِي أَبَداً خَالِي

وَحَالِي مِمَّا أَبْتَغِي أَبَداً خَالِي

Base men—may they themselves be disappointed—wish for my failure,

The wicked wish me disappointed, though my state

Vile men, disappointed themselves, desire my disappointment,

And for my lot to be forever empty of what I seek.

Is never as I wish, but always as fate's will dictates.

And my state is forever free from what I seek.

وَيَرْجُو كِرَامٌ سُلِّمُوا هُمْ سَلاَمَتِي

وَيَرْجُو كِرَامٌ سُلِّمُوا هُمْ سَلاَمَتِي

وَحَالِي مَدَى دَهْرِي بِكُلِّ عُلاً حَالِي

وَحَالِي مَدَى دَهْرِي بِكُلِّ عُلاً حَالِي

And noble men—may they themselves be kept safe—hope for my safety,

The noble wish me safe, though my lot

While noble men, safe themselves, hope for my safety,

And for my lot, throughout my life, to be adorned with every glory.

Is for all time, in every way, my own anguished plot.

And my state, all my days, is adorned with every glory.